SEASON TO TASTE

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Stags work with live pitching on a sun-filled Saturday at Arce Field.

Nothing but net.

Sultan of swing
Claremont McKenna Football Coach Steve Retzlaff does grill duty during a baseball intra-squad game.

Young archer takes aim.

Rack of bows.

Open Range

Father and daughter share a moment together on the range.



On a sunny Saturday on opposite sides of the street, archers and ballplayers work on fundamentals of bow and arrow, bat and ball, alongside a sizzling grill stuffed full of chicken and pineapple.  

A vista of snow-capped San Gabriel Mountains rising in the background, the drifting charcoal smoke of slow grilling chicken and ribs brings it all back home. 

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